Excerpts from “Spring”, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring…
I saw the peartree bloom
I saw the rich blue sky descend
I saw the racing lambs fling
I saw the joy, a strain of Eden, overflow
In a simple game of over-under, in one of the most violent and impoverished countries, amongst deaf boys and girls unaware of the sounds dancing from their lips, a glimpse of the beginning, of how things should be and how things are striving to be.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
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